Okay, now that the insanity that is Dumbledore is over with, here we go to the wonderfulness that is Nikky. You will see from the very beginning that Nikky is a very different Muggle. I hope you like my wonderful American pretty girl.

In this chapter there is also a part w/ chatting on IM so:

Ryleigh

Nikky

Full Summery: Nikky led a normal life as your normal HP fan during her summer before her senior year. But what if everything she ever read is true, and now she is the only one who can help The Chosen One find what he needs to defeat Voldemort for good? Can Nikky really help "the Chosen One remember and make Dark Lord forget?"

Disclaimer: I own Nikky, Val and this complicated yet irresistible plot. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.

It's raining…tacos….

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THE STRENGTH OF A MUGGLE

Chapter 1: The Presence That Always Followed Her

In the small, unknown town of Arlington, TX, deep in the night, all but one house light was out. An old table lamp illuminated the room from which the light came. Beneath the lamp's light was a young girl at seventeen years. She was engrossed in another adventure woven by the great J. K. Rowling. The girl read everything; analyzed all; reading between the lines to see thought. But one such character, Professor Severus Snape, was becoming harder and harder to understand. However the American girl understood the character Draco Malfoy much more.

As she read the last sentence, she closed the book. The girl walked across her cluttered room and placed this book with the other five. Another adventure for Harry Potter done. The girl fell upon her bed and stared at the ceiling. A poster of Daniel Radcliffe, the guy who portrayed her favorite hero, stared down at her. She sighed as she shut off the lamp and fell asleep. A dream overcame her.

She was outside. The sky was dark and there were no stars. She looked about. She seemed quite alone…at first.

Suddenly, she felt many hands grab her. She struggled and kicked, but was no good. She tried to scream, but no sound came. And then beeping. Ceaseless beeping….

The girl shot up from her dream as her alarm clock went off. Though ir was summer, she was still expected to be awake by nine a.m. Of course, this girl was not much of a morning person. She trodded over to her closet, picked out her clothes for the day and went to take a shower.

"Nikky?" her mother called. "Nikky? Nicolette Symone are you up yet?"

"I'm in the shower, Mom," Nikky called.

"Okay, just making sure," Mom called.

Once Nikky was clean and dressed and hair blow-dried and placed into it's same pony-tail, she went to the computer to check her email. This had to be done quickly before her sister, Valerie, woke around noon. She had received more reviews from readers of her latest fan-fiction (a Dib and Zim romance from Invader Zim). On boy flamed her horribly. Nikky never liked confrontation. She always thought those who started it had nothing better to do and needed lives. She sent him no reply while replying to others. Meanwhile, Ryleigh got on.

Hey, Ryleigh IM-ed. Nikky smiled. The computer and the telephone were the only ways she could talk to anyone, seeing as none of her friends lived nearby.

What's up?

Nuthin much. Just packing 4 my trip

Oh. Disappointment washed over Nikky. She had forgotten that Ryleigh was leaving for Florida for her family reunion. When will u be back?

In a week or so

There was a pause. Nikky was paused from moving her cat, Aries, from under the desk where he toyed with the mouse wire. Why Ryleigh was paused, Nikky didn't know.

Look, I'll be bored the whole time babe, just like u

Nikky sighed. That was true. Ryleigh always came back complaining about being the only teenager and having nothing to entertain her except her CD player.

"Nikky, you need to get off," Mom commanded. "You still need to do your chores." Nikky rolled her eyes but didn't dare whine.

I g2g

k, ttly

ttfn

bye

Nikky clicked the double computers in the corner of the screen to disconnect the dial-up. Then she rose somewhat reluctantly to proceed with rounding up the trash and taking it out.

It was a dark morning. It had rained last night and the clouds still hadn't cleared. As she dragged the first trash can to the road side, she stopped.

She felt it. The presence that always followed her. She couldn't see it, but she knew it was. Ever since she was very young. For some time now she had been able to ignore it, but now there it was, more potent than ever; the feeling of being watched and protected. Protected from what? Nikky remembered her dream. It would add up. But who would be after her?

Nikky shook her head and continued putting the trash cans on the road. Once four full cans sat at the curb, she returned inside, but the eyes she felt at her back followed her every step.

Once inside she grabbed some Oreos from the cabinet and a Mountain Dew from the fridge. Most people found this an odd combination, but she liked it all the same. She ate and drank happily, then returned to the solitude of her room.

Nikky always saw her room as the quintessence of an artist's abode. Very untidy, but colorful and lively. The walls were white, but the many posters of Spongebob and Harry Potter, pictures of her beloved animals – horses – photos of friends and her latest collection of Christmas cards ornamented the walls nicely. Above her bed, also on the wall, was a Chinese fan she had obtained from the dealer room at Shiokaze con, the last anime convention she had attended. A black symbol stuck out in the middle, standing for "dragon". Nikky took pride in being born in that year, for she was told it was the best sign.

As Nikky fell into her bed, staring up at the sexy Daniel Radcliffe, she felt it again. Nikky jolted up and looked around. Twice in one day? And still so strong. What was up? Nikky stood up and looked around the room aimlessly. Finally she sighed, knowing she could do nothing about what she couldn't see.

Her eyes fell upon her reflection. Her copper hair was in it's pony-tail still so neat, thanks to her mother's Aussie hairspray. Her bangs fell over eyes that lied behind brown-framed glasses. Nikky flipped away the bangs. She stared at her blue eyes, startled a bit by the bright gold ring near the pupil she sometimes forgot about.

Nikky knew she was different. She had gut feelings about things and usually turned out to be right. Her dreams told her things, and she had constant de jah vu. She knew she wasn't crazy. Maybe crazy in the good, fun sense, but not in the absolutely, needs-to-be-on-meds sense. Nikky knew she was sane, just…odd.

Nikky returned to her bed, the watching eyes still didn't fade.

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Meet the heroine of our story, Nicolette Symone Baylor! The cool wizards come in in the next chapter and u get to know her sister, Val, better. This is gonna be fun!

And yes, I was still kissing up to J.K. Rowling because she is an unsurpassed genius…until my own novels of MY OWN CREATION come on to the scene! MUHAHAHAHA! –clears throat-- yeah newayz….

If ur chicken barks throw a clown at the President. Actually just throw anything at him, for the love of God!